A thought lately wonders my mind
Have i been touched by Death's cold hand?
Has it anything in my life defined?
Am I a victim or just a viewer of its brand?

I've seen the pain of the living, I know death's tricks,
I've seen the numbers, I've seen who it picks.
Then I think of the suffering caused by my own death.
Will it be painful or will i happily breath my last breath?

Why is such a natural event so confusing?
Thousands will surely die everyday.
Living are only the loved ones grieving,
I can only imagine suffering in such way.

I know I cried when i first met it, for
I was innocent, I didn't know but to death fear.
Were those tears of love, empathy or...
Now i wonder if I lost or yet will loose someone dear.
Will I care and cry or...
Am I frozen and to cold fire near?

Fragile immortality, my age is never.
I dream to live, to die, forever.
Will my later years be gold,
If today in my youth I feel tired and old?

I feel the weight of age,
I can't hear or see, feel my soul sting.
I feel need to be a sage,
But youth in being wise I'm wasting.

My purpose is to immortal be,
I know it's not only me.
Immortal while dead, I'll need no mages.
It's by memories I'll live throughout the ages.

I hope no one cries when I die,
But I want to die with someone nearby.
I hope people party with dance and music,
I hope my friends tribute my art,
I hope to reside in memories and in their heart.